Love? What do I know about love?
"Love? What do you know about love?"
His words spat back at him are like a slap in the face.
"Isn't that what you said?" She persists. "Isn't that what you said, when I was thirteen years old and convinced I loved you? When I was fifteen and I slept with you because I was convinced you loved me back?" And I said, "I love you," and you said, 'Love? What do I know about love?'"
She takes a deep breath (and Sirius can feel his hackles rise – that is to the say the hackles he would have if he was in dog form) and continues.
"And now, now, you come to me and say, oh, Marlene, I love you, and you don't even remember what you did to me. Well, guess what, Sirius? You turned me into the type of person you could love by not loving me. And now... now I don't-"
But she can't finish, she can't say "I don't love you," because Sirius sees it coming and he leaps at her, and then they are kissing, kissing fiercely, kissing like their lives depend on it.
And when, at last, they are forced to pull away in order to breathe, Sirius grins that slow grin of his and the icy shell Marlene has built around her heart melts, just a little bit.
A/N: So, I had this written yesterday, but my internet failed. (I swear I'm not just making excuses!) I'm going to post the chapter from yesterday (this one) and today's instead.
